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" I hate seeing Kenma like this. The feeling of being not able to help him, save him from his own growing darkness. "
It was a stormy night. Water tapping everywhere, lightnings crossing the sky. Kuroo carefully closed all the windows and curtains, reducing the sound as much as he could, afraid that those loud noises would scare the small kitten.
Like every night, he got everything in place for any of Kenma's needs: a blanket just in case he wanted to play while sitting up, water to avoid him going downstairs alone, stuff like that. Kuroo was that kind of caring lover, sweetly captive, all about keeping his kitty only to himself. He was holding him as always in his wide and strong arms, the small thing laying his face onto his chest, softly breathing, delicate, his hair all messed around, tickling Kuroo's neck lightly.
That was what the young man expected to feel when he woke up in the middle of the night, the storm growing, invading the room. But the kitty wasn't there.
Kuroo stood up scared, looking around for him, moving the sheets around. That's how he found him.
He felt something pulling the sheet. It was Kenma, curled up in the corner of their bed, facing the wall, trembling.
Without touching him still, the other got closer, observing him.
His kitten was crying. Wetting around, rubbing his red small face against the matress to hide it, pulling the sheets over himself, silently crying.
- Kenma? - he called out, looking at him calmly, his usual brave wide smile disappeared. The little didn't give an answer, still trembling, still crying. But that was already an answer to him.
Kuroo reached out slowly for his thin shoulders, removing the covers, revealing his pure, sweaty and teary skin, his shirt falling apart, delicate more than ever.
Even though his sobbing was growing like the outside, the black haired one pulled him back into his lap, almost holding him like a baby.
Kenma seemed to be stiff at frist, but when he buried his face between Kuroo's neck and shoulder, the warmth of his other one invading his cheeks, he relaxed down and started to cry harder.
- Hey, I'm here - Kuroo declared, as he felt his shoulder slowly wetting.
He put an arm around Kenma's legs, pulling them closer to him, placing a hand on his bare skin, after removing his top, allowing him to completely lean on him.
He didn't have to say it twice that the kitten got even closer by himself, deepening into Kuroo, who was already petting his back, throwing the sheets away. Slowly kissing his head, he could spend hours holding him close like that.
- I'm not going anywhere. - he spoke once again, looking down at him. Even though he was suffering, his face was adorable as always, all red and needy of protection, like a small bird.
Kenma's crying suddenly stopped, leaving him sobbing.
- Really? - he questioned, tearing his face away from Kuroo's skin, looking up at him.
- Of course. How could you even doubt? - Kuroo answered before kissing his trembling and wet lips, deeply, pressing his own against them to reassure him, yet trying to be as soft as possible. Kenma kissed him back, pulling his shirt, his tears drying. Breaking the kiss, Kuroo took a cloth and wiped away the reduces on his kitten's cheeks, smiling, before laying down, making the other one to crawl over him. Back into their usual sleeping position, the two returned back to rest, ignoring the storm, water falling outside, not out of Kenma's eyes.
The morning after, while Kenma was still streching out, eating his beloved apple pie, Kuroo couldn't hold back.
- Why were you crying last night? - he asked, leaning against the table, observing his small creature.
- ..Nightmare. I dreamed that you were going to leave me. But you told me. You won't leave. You never did. I believe you and..
I love you so much -
he admitted to himself, occasionally muttering, some blush appearing.
- Oh, I love you too, Kenma. -
Kuroo said, smiling again, relieved. Afterall, he loved all of Kenma's sides, from the darkest to the sweetest ones.